Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I admit
Watchin' fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know, how it go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's either dead or in the cookin' crack
Boys stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in this like a

SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm gettin' to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's probably
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way
So come wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, this is real
This is what it feels like, when you in the trill
is what it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P.

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 3:
I'ma strong, stronger then they thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, spent it on my
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a fuckin' ounce in one blunt
So many enemies, for no reason
Guess they mad cause I make the look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily